Equinox (Edward Cullen x Angela Weber x Jacob Black)

Sad People Like Poetry

Walking with a sprain was a nuisance but manageable. She limped slowly around the school and was almost late for her English class. Jessica and Lauren dropped her off before heading to their class. She normally sat around the middle of the classroom but not wanting to make things harder for herself she chose to sit at the nearest chair to the door. The only downside she was now across to where Ben was seated by the windows. She inwardly sighed as their English teacher began his lesson.

"We will be studying the Bard," He ignored his students' blank looks. "We'll be starting with his sonnets..."

Angela opened her notebook and began taking notes. She resisted glancing towards Ben too often. He was wearing one of his anime shirts today. And he might've bought new glasses? She couldn't be sure.

"...and to spice things up, you'll be doing a group report on a sonnet," Mister Munro continued to his silent audience. "Pick a partner and you can choose your sonnet. Presentation is tomorrow."

She was about to hobble to her feet and make her way to Ben when Edward, of all people, appeared at her side and blocked her off. She stared at him in surprise before turning back to Ben who was now talking to Katie Marshall. Dismayed, she considered inserting herself and claiming Ben as her partner but that would be rude. Katie and Ben were smiling at each other and Katie took the seat beside him.

Angela sat back down and wondered what was happening to her life. Edward was now sitting beside her.

He asked, "You don't mind being my partner, do you, Angela?"

She met his eyes and she could swear his irises were more gold that day. They reminded her of a cat's, not unlike her own cat's. Although, Mister Mozart was a white fur ball that didn't like anyone but her and she didn't think Edward would appreciate the comparison.

Edward began to look amused like he wanted to laugh. She had to remind herself he couldn't read minds. He chuckled, covering his mouth with a fist. It was the second time that week she'd seen Edward Cullen laugh. It was still startling.

"What sonnet should we do?" He asked, stuttering between words as he tried to regain his composure. "Sonnet Eighteen is my personal favorite..."

Edward enjoying Shakespeare didn't surprise Angela. He seemed the type to like classic literature and they spent nearly ten minutes debating which sonnet to choose before settling on Sonnet One-Thirty. As her ankle was still healing, she had a pass from volleyball practice and they made plans to continue working on their report at her house after school. As they made their way through the halls, her hobbling along as he walked slower to accommodate her, he suggested he drive them to her house.

"We're both headed their anyway," He explained. "And I already know where you live."

She remembered the previous night when he chauffeured her to her house from the hospital and had, much to her embarrassment, carried her from his car to her doorstep. The look of surprise on her mother's face would've been funny if she didn't immediately start asking questions about Edward the moment his Volvo drove off into the darkness. Her mother was a huge Nicholas Sparks fan and was a big romantic. A boy helping her home after she inadvertently injured herself was something her mother enjoyed too much.

"Sure," She agreed. "That's fine."

They arrived at the cafeteria and Angela figured they would part ways there and go to their respective tables. Edward didn't immediately leave her and escorted her to her table where her friends were staring at them before he wordlessly made his way to his siblings.

"Him again?" Lauren stabbed into her salad. "Why is he always around?"

"Maybe he's stalking you because he likes you," Jessica gasped, delighted. "That's why he rejected me! He likes you!"